When the sun rises not,
And the dark fades all;
Here you are holding, holding the book,
When the dew turns into frost,
Shivering the dead bodies;
Here you are embracing the power,
When the crickets are hunting,
And the moths are scarpering;
Here you are razing the indolence,
Not less taunts you are facing, much successive comprehensions you are gaining but,
Those wordless jiffies;
And you are hopeful,
When the soul evolves, knows less back;
Here you are achieving the orchid,
Rumoring those ruthless moments of you, is what they are wording about,
Those liable times, left not worthless,
Again;
When the hushed minds stand not;
Here you are walking,
When the failure overcomes,
And everybody is falling silence,
Here you are triumphant.

AbdiSaber Yusuf

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